I do wonder sometimes. I know one of her other clients because I referred my friend to her, and we talk about "our" therapist occasionally. It's fascinating how different their relationship is. My T sees a lot of queer grad students, which I used to be (the grad student part, I mean; I'm still queer). I followed her from one job to another, so I bet I've known her longer than pretty much anybody else, which makes me feel smug about my specialness, even though she would neither confirm nor deny such things.